A busy and full day has passed. There must be a lot of feelings. It's time to take time to write a diary. But how to keep a diary to shine? The following is my Friday diary for everyone. I welcome you to learn from it and hope it will help you. Friday Diary 1

Lunch ends and self-study begins in the afternoon.

Friday, in English, is Friday. As a resident student, I feel very cordial about this word. After the afternoon self-study, you can leave school in two classes.

I think so sitting in my seat. However, the homework for the rest day hasn't been sent yet. How can we pass this boring time? Although I am confident in my ability to waste time, just looking at my hand can think, "My fingernails have grown again. When did you cut them?" If you are bored, you can spend several minutes. However, I studied by myself for more than forty minutes this afternoon, but I didn't expect to lose in wasting time.

Actually, it's not nothing to do-the representative of English is writing the answers to the exercise book on the blackboard for us to check. But I won't do it. That guy writes like a turtle, so I won't wait. Besides, just find a classmate's workbook to answer the questions, which saves time and effort and is efficient. The above is definitely not an excuse for me to be too lazy to check. Oh, absolutely not.

I'm starting to think about something that doesn't matter. Alas, how can this ability be activated at any time like a passive skill in the game?

Inadvertently, I caught sight of what my deskmate was writing on the table. There is no homework. What is this guy writing? In this mood, I took a closer look. A few disgusting words came into my sight {my deskmate is a girl, or the kind of anthomaniac}. In a flash, I felt as if there were a group of uncles with leg hair but skirts dancing around me in Swan Lake in my inner world. "Ah." I tried to stop myself, but I cried out. Fortunately, that guy was immersed in the fun of creation and completely ignored me. I held back my curiosity and didn't glance at her. I understand the feeling that my privacy is being peeked. Oh, no, I don't. I just don't want to infringe on her privacy. There is absolutely no black history of my junk novels being peeked. Oh, absolutely not.

Unconsciously, the afternoon self-study ended, and today's diary ended. Friday Diary 2

My Friday

I go to school by bus in the morning.

The first class was English, and I made the fifth newspaper, all of which contained English news. Today's English news is that there is an ice cream bar in Taipei. This ice cream bar is very strange. The ice cream in it is not for people, but for puppies. How's that? Isn't that weird?

In the second class, I learned Chinese. What did I teach? The teacher assigned questions 1, 2, 3 and 4 of Supplementary Chinese Exercise.

The third class is math class. The math teacher taught grams. Please read grams of one gram and two grams after me. Page 26 of supplementary exercises in mathematics is taught by the teacher and done by the students. So many students are right. After class, everyone will do it well. I finished it today, too.

The fourth lesson is music, my shut-up class. I can't sing well, so I just shut up and make a mouth gesture.

for lunch, today's dishes are chicken chops, bean sprouts and vermicelli soup. I like chicken chops.

Go back to the classroom after dinner and do boring homework. I didn't do anything, just staring blankly while reading extracurricular books. Then just wait there quietly for the teacher to rush.

The fifth lesson is moral character. I hate moral character very much. Moral character is not fun at all, because moral character can only talk and write.

The sixth lesson is a comprehensive practice class. Fill in your praise tree. I wrote Lin Chenxi, Feng Yang, Zhuang Jiayi and I forgot that I interviewed Zhuang Jiayi. Almost no one interviewed her. I want to ask how to write her name. She said, Why do you ask my name? I said: I want to interview you, because you are happy every day, and I envy you very much. She gave me her badge, and I copied it and returned it to her. I think this class is still a good one.

In this way, I spent a morning, an afternoon and a noon happily. Friday Diary 3

The sun is shining in the sky and the clouds are dancing. My mood was beautified by the big tree. Today is the annual clean-up. Before today, we would hold a general mobilization of labor.

When it comes to work, it's none of my business. Every time I work, I enjoy food and watch TV. I don't have to do any work. Watching others do so tired, I will only say, "this is very simple!" " Today, I was unlucky, because "it's easy" became my mantra, and my mother pulled me to clean up. I have to work well. Before I started working, my pet phrase began to pop up in my mouth again. I started cleaning the window with a rag. Time passed a lot, but I only cleaned one window. Cleaning the window is really a time-consuming job. I am not tall, but the window is very tall. After cleaning the bottom of the window, I have to stand on tiptoe to clean the top of the window. This long-distance running can tire me out. After cleaning this time-consuming work, we have to start cleaning the railings again. I was scared when I just walked carefully to the railing and hurried back. But my mother pushed me in again, and there was nothing I could do. It was all a simple matter. I took a rag and wiped it with trepidation, fearing that it would fall and turn into meat sauce. Time passed by, and I finally escaped from the scene of the cleaning. I fell off my back and became a camel's back.

hey! It's hard work. I'm half tired after cleaning some windows. This reminds me that when my mother was at home, she never stopped for a day and had to take part in this long-distance labor race every day. But I have never lightened my mother's burden. I didn't help her when she was working, but made the house dirtier. If I were to be like my mother, I would have been exhausted. I should always help my mother with housework, reduce her burden and make her carefree.

"It's very simple." Actually, it's not simple. People who don't work in person will never experience the hardships of being a mother. So don't always think it's simple, but it's actually very difficult. Students, we all have a mother, and we should all do some housework for our mothers to reduce their burden. Then let's act together now! Friday Diary 4

On Friday, July 1th, 2xx, the cloudy day

seems to be another long-awaited Friday, but I'm not as happy as I expected. I just think that Xiaosmelly's holiday is getting closer and closer, even if it's on the 18th, it's only the last week. There are many children in the graduating class. I'll exchange photos today, pack a gift tomorrow, and then I always feel that.

Well, I admit that I am originally a sentimental person. Although I feel that the children's departure has no effect on me, I have been worried that Xiao Chou went to school to exchange photos with his good friends today. Before that, he always said that he had no good friends, and until today, he still said that he didn't know who to exchange photos with. In fact, he was worried that if no one exchanged photos with him, how sad his heart would be!

Although Xiao Chou told me seriously that it doesn't matter, I'm sure someone will exchange with him! In fact, I also know that mothers think too much. After all, their children should still have confidence!

Although Xiao Chou sometimes can't play with some children, he still has his own ideas. After all, he should have his own good friends during his three years in school, but sometimes children's expression ability is different from that of adults, or children's views on friendship and opinions are different from those of adults, and there is no obvious boundary, which means this person is my good friend!

After all, children in kindergarten are still uncertain, so they can't particularly understand the true meaning of friendship. It's quite normal to play with this one today and that one tomorrow. In fact, I don't care about children's friendship. After all, people have met many sincere friends in this life, and I just hope that Xiao Chou can be happy every day when he graduates. The happiness of children is to be a mother!

think about it, maybe I'm really too idle recently, and I always have some useless hearts! Friday Diary 5

Recently, I have read many books, but what impressed me deeply was The Black Afternoon, one of the series of Diaries of Laughing Cats written by the famous writer Yang Hongying. Everyone must want to ask why it was black that afternoon. I tell you, a tragic thing happened that afternoon. There was a violent earthquake in Cherry Valley, where the beautiful scenery no longer existed. It was in ruins and people were homeless. The earthquake disaster turned that afternoon black.

There are signs before the earthquake, such as the fish screaming, the black pig out of his body, and the nosy dog having nothing to do. This shows that disaster is coming, and if the smiling cat had known it earlier, there would have been no following stories. Finally, the earthquake happened. When the smiling cat woke up, it was far away, and no one knew who was there. But the smiling cat said that he must find all five people in the family, and live and die together. I was moved by the spirit of loving and caring for my family. Smiling cat has three children: Fat Head, Er Ya and Sambo. His wife is a tiger cat. These are his dearest people. Laughing Cat embarked on a difficult road of searching. He walked from one ruin to another, never letting go of any corner. After going through all kinds of hardships, he turned over every ruin, and finally found his family. They lived a happy and beautiful life again. Laughing cat also saved many survivors in the process of looking for family members.

After reading this book, I think Smiling Cat is a brave and persistent person, a good father in the eyes of children and a good husband in the eyes of his wife. I want to be a smiling cat when I grow up, desperate to pay for my family. Friday Diary 6

Alas! Thinking of today's "glorious deeds" and touching my wounds, I couldn't help but "write away" and complain to my beloved diary about my sufferings ...

I didn't get up until 7: 3 in the morning, and it was almost eight o'clock after I finished washing and dressing. In order to save time, I grabbed two steamed buns and stuffed them into my mouth. "Ouch! Oh! " This damn steamed bread is so hard that it hurts my dying tooth. At this moment, a salty liquid flows into my throat ... "Oh! Bleeding! " I covered my mouth and rushed to the washstand ... It was 2 minutes after the blood was cleaned up. Because my tooth was hurt, I had to "reluctantly give up what I love", picked up the last bottle of milk and put it in the straw and rushed down the stairs ... In the process of running, I always felt that I had forgotten something. What was it? Keys? No! Red scarf? No! Homework? I put it in my schoolbag last night! I thought about it and was going to pull the bag chain to see if I forgot to bring my homework. "Oh, dear! Shit! I forgot my schoolbag! " I quickly climbed back from the first floor to the eighth floor, panted heavily as I carried my schoolbag and ran downstairs. To tell the truth, I felt so many stairs for the first time in my life, so annoying. I thought, "if people can fly like birds, it would be faster to fly directly from the fourth floor!" " When I was thinking, my schoolbag seemed very heavy, and my center of gravity was unstable. With a plop, I fell to my knees. Wow! My new clothes!

I came to school with an injury. Although I listened to the teacher's lecture, my heart had already flown to the shopping mall ―― I don't know how much pocket money I still have. I must eat a large greasy hot dog today. By the way, it must be hot and covered with Chili powder. After eating, I will buy a chocolate ice cream, and then I will buy ... "Ding Rinrin!" The bell rang, great! I want to buy a hot dog to eat, touch my pocket, yeah! Pocket money is in the trouser pocket I changed today! Whatever, buy it in the afternoon!

when I got home at noon, I saw the most tragic scene in history: the pants with pocket money were soaked in the basin by my mother! No! I am crying! Grab the soaked pants and dig out the last pocket money that has been soaked like crazy-only fifty cents! I daydreamed all the time in class! I hung the only fifty cents on the balcony. When I got up after a nap, the fifty cents on the balcony had disappeared! My money! I rushed downstairs to look for it, and there was no trace! In the afternoon, when I got to school, I met something worse!

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